My house is plagued by flying ants. And large ants. In other words, ants of all kind. Is there no end to this insanity? Tis enough to drive a girl crazy.
God, let these ants be gone when I blink next. *blink* ...... I knew that wouldn't work. Really. I really knew that. A girl can dream.
Ok I'm just going to make this a really short post because it's sweltering hot here, and I don't want to leave the lights on any more. What if they attract more ants? Yesterday was a hellhole, really. The entire wall adjacent to the light was covered in ants. If you looked at it, you would have thought I painted my wall black polka dotted orange. God. The doors and windows are closed, which account for this god-blasphemed heat. Oh. My. God.
I just finished reading Queen of Babble by Meg Cabot, on another thought. It's quite funny. And filled with weird "history of fashion" paragraphs at the start of each chapter. Very enlightening.
Okie. Gtg now. OMG THE HEAT. *faints*
